Ning Fan touched his own cheek, tilted his head to one side, and mischievously said, "It's not impossible to get it, as the saying goes, you must give up something to gain something. You can get the secret technique, but you need to sacrifice something real."
"What do you want?"
Duan Yuanmeng's face reddened further, asking knowingly.
"You kiss me first, then I'll tell you."
Ning Fan smiled mysteriously with a hint of playfulness.
"Hmph!"
After all, Duan Yuanmeng was an innocent maiden, never subject to such teasing. She was so embarrassed that her face turned as red as if water could drip from it.
She snorted coldly, turned around, and her figure floated up, flying towards the courtyard wall, her voice coming from afar.
"If you don't want to teach me, then forget it. I don't want to learn anyway."
"Alas, this younger generation of Jianghu is just not modest."
Ning Fan's words also echoed out.
